Paul and Lucy Spadoni periodically live in Tuscany to explore Paul’s Italian roots, practice their Italian and enjoy “la dolce vita.”
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Friday, April 24, 2015

Gigia’s kittens are alive and well

Roberta
gave us the good news that she has found Gigia’s kittens, and they
are doing well. There are three of them living in a rolling bin that
the personnel at the Casolare dei Fiori use to hold and move floral
displays. Roberta found them a few days ago when it was raining and
wheeled the bin under cover inside one of the greenhouses.

The bin
makes a purrfect (sorry) home, because the walls are about two feet
tall, and the kittens can’t wander, but Gigia can easily jump in.
That’s probably why she seems so much at ease when she comes to
visit us, knowing that her babies are completely enclosed and safe.
Now I have to reconsider my previous belief that she was kitten-less
and had found another human family to watch over her. Since her
kittens are here at the Casolare, I can only speculate that she may
have found other people willing to feed her, but she still is
basically living on her own.

Roberta
showed us where the kittens are living, and Gigia watched us warily
as we parted the plants and peaked down inside. We could only see
them from the top, but I poked my camera down lower and tried to snap
some photos, with limited success. Two are dark and one is mostly
white. Roberta also filled us in one Gigia’s previous
motherhood. She said Gigia had five kittens last year, all of
different colors. I forgot to ask if she knows where they are now.

We will
miss our little visitor when we move out next week, but she made our
time here more pleasant, and we were able to help keep her nourished
during her pregnancy and the last few weeks while she has been
nursing. Now she in one of the greenhouses that is right across from
the office and is often used for arranging, packing and storing, so
we know she and her little family will be watched over well.

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First off, before you hassle me about our title, Lucy thought of it. Yes, I know some people may think broad is derogatory, but the etymology is uncertain and she doesn’t find it offensive, and it made me laugh. We have been married since 1974 and are empty-nesters now, which allows me to bring my submerged Italophilia into the open. We first came to live in Italy from February-April in 2011 and have returned during the same months every year. From 2011-2015, we lived in San Salvatore, at the foot of the hilltop city Montecarlo, where my paternal grandparents were born, raised and, in 1908, married. In late 2015, we bought a home in Montecarlo. We come for a variety of purposes: We want to re-establish contact with distant cousins in both Nonno’s and Nonna’s families, we want to learn the language and see what it is like to live as Italians in modern Italy, we like to travel and experience different cultures. Even if we aren’t successful at achieving these purposes, we love Italy and enjoy every moment here, so there is no chance we will be disappointed. I am grateful to God for giving me a wife who is beautiful, clever, adaptable and willing to jump into my dreams wholeheartedly.